For greater indignity one guard took my penis out of my pants and left it out. On the 2nd day girls laughed about that. I smelt very bad because I had to take a dump in my pants.

On the third day Freddie, the son of  the owner of Texas, came out and looked at me. He was not really hurt. I just knocked him down in the bathroom. He was a little squirt and told his companions — two girls and one slave boy, “After a week, if he’s still alive I’ll put him on a farm and work him to death, of course in chains.”

One girll was a cute blond and his other girl was really a child. In fact the great god Freddie was about the size of a ten year old. He was probably 13 because he was in the 8th grade.

The night after his visit I tried to eat all the disgusting food, the fat slave woman spooned up at me.. Another thing about the 3rd day was all my guards sort of drifted away most of the time. A bunch of mostly ugly girls came out after school and worshiped me. Some of them were very young. They would kiss my feet. One better looking girl was named Mandy. She came several times a day to look at me and touch my feet. She called me ‘Jesus’.

The guards laughed at Mandy, when they were there, and said, “Is he your boyfriend Mandy?” and ” Is he really Jesus?”

She never answered but kept coming back to look at me. I knew I smelled bad, because even the guards stayed as far away as possible, but in eyesight.

After school was out and when all the teaching staff went home the guards would sleep or wander off.  Sometimes some of the homely girls and Mandy would come and bring me apples to bite and candies to eat. Sometimes I wondered if they were real, or just phantoms. The stuff tasted good, The guards at night were mostly somewhere else, maybe bugs kept them inside. I liked the bugs a little because whem wandering on me meant I was still alive.

On the third night the worshiping girls came with chain cutters under their dresses. Some of the ugly girls were men, and they carried me away to a van and drove me off.

Really it didn’t hurt as much to pull the nails out. I was in sort of a trance when the nails were extracted, when they came out of my feet. My eyes were blurry, and I threw up my disgusting supper. Mandy washed me all over in the van. I think I was transported in some sort of ambulance. I know everyone riding with us had automatic machine weapons. I had seen such things on television.

This Doctor Samuel came and treated my hands and feet. I think I was in the stock room of a very good restaurant. The smells were wonderful and I was brought all kinds of great foods. I like fish, and the fish was cooked better than my mother did it.

Dr. Samuel said, “You Degis struck the first blow for liberty. They made the mistake of putting your picture in the paper. There were stories all over the world, of the oppressors doing, explaining that you tried to kill the super blue caste boy Freddie. Because of you Brazil, and London are on fire. Now thousands of the opressors have died — soon millions.

They reported you dead, and have your pictures, dead, nailed to the gate.  Now you are going to get well fast and appear to rise from the dead.  We have arranged for you to make a grand tour of the world. 

Forget Texas, your going to be bigger than the Beatles were 400 years ago.  Your going to go on a world tour as the back from the dead Christ.”

The author is Ray Cates a teacher and writer in Ocala, Florida.  Some of his other stories are: ‘Unsightly Teeth’  found at: http://unsightlyteeth.wordpress.com

‘god is a bachelor’ found at: http://ofcourse.wordpress.com

‘Stupid, Stupid, Stupid’  found at: http://maybekillyou.wordpress.com

‘The Fancy Party’ found at:  http://fotpress1.wordpress.com

‘In the New Dead World’ found at: http://inthenewdeadworld.wordpress.com

http://veryveryshortstories.wordpress.com

The e-mail address of Ray Cates is: rcates2@cox.net